Joseph's English Journal

Creating Writing

Creating Writing

“It laid there in solitude, the very essence of the unknown. It knows no bounds for it was concealed by man for they feared that deceit, lies and murder would rise, now …
I have it.”Another voice spoke “Who shall decode it.”
“Richard Armstrong, 56 years old and the former head engineer in the Mechanical Design Division for NASA… yes he will be the one to decode it.” He said “but how will you convince…”
“Worry not, Armstrong will have no choice but to. Isn’t that right…”
I was walking through the busy night city streets, there were loud noises of passing cars and the atrocious singing of drunk men walking out of an old dodgy bar called the “Wine House”, an old drinking establishment which the local folks came to relax and socialize after a hard day’s work I haven’t been there for 3 years, of course I always tried to avoid any pub, bar and drunk feller I had seen by crossing the pavement to an alleyway which became somewhat of an habit of a route I took home from the grocery store. of course the alleyway was cold and uninviting since it was wedged between two old abandon terraced houses built many years ago.Within the passageway there was a single streetlight constantly flickering but of course you couldn’t see the end of the alleyway it was 20 metres long it was dark ,scary perhaps but alas it lead straight to my house on to a open road . There was a story about someone being attacked and murdered in this alleyway but what was the chances of someone attacking in the same place as before but never the less this did happen many years ago. They say no one used the alley except for the brave and the foolish.
Suddenly a voice echoed down the alley. It was incoherent. I turned around, there was nothing but it got louder it sound like my name was being called over and over. It was faint “…rong… Arm….ng …..st…rong” my name was being called out like on a broken record. I walked with a quicker pace than ever before, there it was, a masked stranger wearing a long black jacket standing in the shadow of the alleyway .Brave and fools I thought.

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The masked stranger spoke “Ah…Richard Armstrong it’s great to meet the great pioneer of Mechanical engineering.” Sounded like a French woman thought Richard.
“Gave me scare… but if excuses me I have to get home to my daug….” Richard was abruptly interrupted.
“Oh but Mr Armstrong what’s the haste you’re not going to find your beloved daughter.” The strange woman said with a light tone.
Richard paced forward with a risen voice “What?”
The masked woman pulled a gun out of her pocket and pointed it at Richard. Richard held his lip.“Aha-aha no sudden movements now Mr Armstrong” She said proactively
“Who…” right before Richard could say anything two men grabbed him from behind. one placed a black bag over his head then brought him to his knees. Richard could hear the distinct sound of high heels walking towards him the masked woman said “It’s your lucky day Mr Armstrong don’t worry this is a privilege. Inject the Promethazine.” Richard tried to escape with all might but it was only to proven futile as the men in black raised the his neck and then administered the drug while the other held down his arms the struggling

Richard slowly lost all feeling in his arms the numbness in his body was soon followed by his vision fading and his consciences dwindling his last thought.

Richard reached up and suddenly his vision began to fade. he lowered his hands and then he realized he couldn’t even hear anything not even the sound of his dying  grasping breath trying to call out with his last ounce of strength ” Help, help,help.”but not even that  he could do, finally his  vision, dyed to black Richard fell to the cold  bittering ground with a sudden thump, there was no sound for him to hear, no light for him to see, only the cold bitter darkness that awaits him. The only comfort was the sound of silence. Then he knew no more.

“…I Should have took the…main street I guess I was …just the fool…”

Richard was taken away by the men in black.

Mr North’s Comment:

Your ideas develop fairly well and you write with a certain confidence.  The vocabulary you have chosen suits your genre and you have created tension well with your dual narrative and attention to detail.  Some errors in accuracy.

To finish this piece:
1) Re-read and edit typos (look at the use of the indefinite article before vowels)
2) Make sur your use of tenses is consistent throughout.

Iago manipulates Othello in many ways during the course of the play up until act 3 scene 3 Othello has been manipulated by Iago through the means of of Desdemona Iago makes Othello suspect Desdemona is cheating on him that his being cuckolded. Iago does this by taking control over the conversation   by implanting ideas into Othello’s head he does this without saying what he wants him to think  but by simply leading him to what he wants him to think. Iago can do this with ease since Othello is to trusting and Iago takes advantage of such exposable  weakness by simply feeding him words he wants to hear whilst he insults behind his back and calling him “The moor.” Othello by the end of act 3 scene 3 thinks of Desdemona has a corrupt  and unfaithful women and his is now fixed in his course this is scene results to the tragic end of Othello. The audience know that Iago is the enemy, Iago is one who makes the characters antagonize each other whilst he keeps his reputation seemingly true and pure whilst his actually intentions is all the more different. This effect creates dramatic irony where the audiences know whats truly going whilst the characters do not this  creates tension as well as that Shakespeare wants his audience to experience the play he wants the  audience to feel for the characters creating emotions such as anger or sympathy for the characters in this instances it is  used  to create anger at this point in the play the audience hate Iago he is the sole reason why all the events falls into a tragedy, over the course of the play Shakespeare has made Iago expose himself to the audience through soliloquies which “develops the dramatic irony.” making the audience come to hate Iago slowly.

ago has created uncertainty by saying that Desdemona had deceit her father to marry him. Othello become uncertain when he started to question things

Analysis and evaluation

2 browning poems

The laboratory ancien

The speaker in The Laboratory-Ancien Regime sounds insecure about herself because in stanza 2 4th  line ” While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear” She feels that she is  being ridiculed.  This express her insecurity shes also expresses bigger plans ” I am here.”  She’s going to be notice or she will be notice because of her plans.

Stanza 2

He is with her; and they know that I know
Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow
While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear
Empty church, to pray God in, for them! — I am here.
Stanza 10

Not that I bid you spare her the pain!
Let death be felt and the proof remain;
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace–
He is sure to remember her dying face!

She wants the king to suffer to see and remember her dying face wanting him to suffer the utmost pain this displays her sadistic side  in tormenting him this reflects her insane side wanting the poisoned  woman feel the death of pain.

Shakespeare and the literary heritage